((Independent LOTR RP blog for Rumil. I track the tag rumiloflothlorien. Artwork by Nyangsam))
Rumil sat beneath a large mallorn tree, looking around at the forest that he had diligently protected for centuries now. He wondered if it would be the last time that he would get to see the forest in such a way, and the thought of that brought fear into his heart. Tomorrow he was to march with his Lord and Lady to Dol Guldur. The young warden was hesitant to go, but it had been insisted that he join the company. Only the best of the Marchwardens and warriors were to go to Dol Guldur, and while Rumil hardly thought he was the best, he knew better than to argue with the wishes of his Lord and Lady.
Orophin was going as well, but that did little to ease Rumil’s fears. Never did he think that he would be going to war, never did he think that he would have to use the armor that he had worked all morning polishing. He’d waited until the last moment, of course, hoping that the Lady’s mind would change and he would be put in charge of protecting the borders instead. What he hadn’t waited on, was sending a letter to Turmio, requesting him to come to Lothlorien. If he was to go to war, he didn’t want to have any regrets.